This is a song about "Kill his ass"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

Say hi , but don't forget i also said bye god damn your thigh my tounge is

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

So when they get freed, we come kill yo ass

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Looks at that young ass and thinks to do nothing but kill her

Fake the laughs cause he knew his moms would break his ass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Poppin' huge glocks, put two shots in his ass and ran,

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

And welcome to his fuckin crazy ass life,

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price